chew with your mouth
so open
it leads a dozen o—
more for
say can we spee—
a
language you once knew because
didn’t
i am
become a reinvention
shelling over tortoise
&
each branch of the hare tree
fee—
a family or
light shine by leaves who own
not the land but!
the dawn
a dirt
who she keeps to rib me while i creep in the back
naming
all of you
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